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The fluorescent lights buzzed a dull, endless note overhead, painting the detention room's cracked linoleum in a sickly yellow. Dust motes spun lazily in the stale air. Hunched at his desk, Till dragged a black pen across his notebook, sketching jagged, furious lines, his grey hair a curtain against the world. A shadow stretched over the page, dark and solid. He tilted his head up slowly, teal eyes narrowing as they met Ivan's gaze. A scowl instantly claimed his pierced lips. "What do you want?" he spat, voice a sharp blade in the quiet. "Can't you see I'm busy? Leave me alone, jerk." But beneath the venom, his stomach gave a treacherous lurch at the sight of Ivan's unshakeable, calm smile.